one of our favorite places to stop when we travel is beside creeks streams or rivers, which of course almost always entails a bridge of some sort. boys being boys, noah and emrys had to climb on the underside of this old rusted bridge.

i’m falling way behind, but we went away out of town to a wedding this weekend and fearing the chaos that would ensue if we left all of the little ones behind with untried sitters we signed 6 of them up for a camp nearby, then made a holiday of the travel there and back, taking photos as we went. this one epitomized color to me.